Celestial Bloodline

?James' voice halted and a loud metallic sound reverberated from the screen. It was evident he picked up his weapon.

Kyle breathed out as the voices grew further and further with each passing second. In the end, they vanished without a trace. There was silence in the room as the bright screen dimmed and lost its luster. Finally, it scattered around him and vanished.

He massaged his temples with a grim expression.

"Why does it feel like I stumbled upon something that was meant to be kept hidden?"

Kyle grabbed his knee and unconsciously gazed at the countless weapons around him.

"Now the question is, did they win or did they lose the battle?"

"Who is this Azazeal... and the Shadow General they were talking about?"

His head throbbed with a powerful headache, triggered by the countless unanswered questions in his mind.

"Ugh... If they won, why is there no record about it? Not to mention the fact that even their names are forgotten. It's like the information had been wiped out completely."

"Doesn't that mean they save the planet but they died in the battle? Still, if they died under the third Shadow General what about the person named 'Azazeal'?"

He couldn't help but groan because the more he pondered it, the worse his headache became. In the end, Kyle tossed the matter at the back of his head.

"If I want answers, it looks like I'll have to coax Haylee or meet the realm guardian who is currently fighting with Guil."

Kyle gazed at the many swords present in the room, but they were not as strong as the one he had. So, instead of taking a sword, he grabbed the lone blue spear placed in a corner. It was different from the other spears because its body was plain, and one side of the spear had a pointed edge resembling that of an arrow.

"I believe I can throw it at someone from a distance.."

He stepped back from the weapons and stood in the middle of the room.

"Alright, I am done choosing. Open the exit. So I can leave this place."

The moment a portal appeared in front of him, he jumped inside without looking back.

"I believe I won't be able to visit any treasure island for a while. Tsk, what a pity..."

The sky outside was as clear as he remembered when Kyle appeared in front of the castle gate. He gazed at the majestic gate and mumbled slowly.

"They will probably take around 14 days to come out."

With a chuckle, he spun the spear in his hand and gazed at the few black dots in the distance.

"I think I have a lot of work to do."

His words faded in the air as he vanished from his spot, heading straight toward the nearest dot.

After a few minutes, in the distance, the air around one of the winged men diving towards a floating island trembled for a second. Suddenly, a strong force slammed into his body from behind, causing him to cry out in surprise and lose his balance. As he staggered forward, he realized the attacker wasn't finished yet. In the next second, a sharp pain stabbed his shoulder.

Kyle knitted his brows.

"Is it because the spear is a little heavier? My aim was not perfect."

He pulled out the spear from the man's shoulder without giving any heed to the pained cries spilling out from the man's mouth.

"It's fine I guess it will get better with time."

As he stabbed the man again, he activated the skill scent perception to check his surroundings. Instantly, countless scents flooded his senses. Yet, Kyle's focus was solely on the ones who emanated a nauseating feeling.

"Hmm, where's Emion and his minions who are searching for the divine essence?"

As the man's body dropped from the sky, Kyle dived down toward the scent of blood in the distance. His figure stopped mid-air above a group of people.

An individual from the dark race was chasing after two young elves. A male and a female. Kyle abruptly landed in front of the running elves. The duo cried out in surprise and changed their direction to avoid him but the said person did not even glance at them. Instead, Kyle raised his spear above his head, aiming at the man behind them.

The man's eyes widened as Kyle appeared in front of him. He flapped his wings to fly backward, but Kyle smirked coldly. With a swift motion, he threw the spear and vanished from his spot. A loud cry echoed through the air, causing the running elves to pause and look back with held breaths. The man chasing after them was dead.

Under their stunned eyes, Kyle retrieved his sword from the man's chest and picked up the spear from the ground.

He looked at the elves and after thinking for a second beckoned them to come closer.

"Come here."

The elves were visibly shaken, they glanced at each other. However, after a few seconds of contemplation, they mustered the courage to approach Kyle. After all, the latter just saved their lives.

They gazed at the silver-haired youth and unconsciously, a bitter feeling spread out inside their chest. The human in front of them clearly looked younger than them but he was so strong already.

Kyle gave them a nod.

"Names?"

The male elf was the one who replied to him.

"I am Xion, and this is my sister, Shui. Thank you for saving us."

"No problem, do you both have friends who entered the realm together with you?"

The duo looked at each other with confusion.

"Ah, we do have a few."

"I believe you can contact them? If yes, ask everyone you know to spread the word that it's better to gather together. The more people the better. This place is too dangerous. Especially.."

Kyle pointed back at the winged man's dead body.

"These creatures. They are strong, but, I don't think their number is big. So, if large teams are formed everyone will be able to fight back."

After the elves nodded seriously, he started floating and pointed his finger in the distance.

"Also, head toward east. I can sense that compared to the other sides, the east side is safer."

As Kyle vanished from their sight, the elves gazed at each other. They quickly grabbed their communication devices to contact everyone they knew.